Soft her teardrops falling, his departure in the morn,
A child no longer needing, her hand to guide along.
For now the Word is urgent, come seek what all men long,
Her son to God returning, by grace, her womb, was born.
~ D.F.
“I prayed for this child, and the LORD granted my request. Now I, in turn, give him to the LORD.”
~ 1 Samuel 1:27-28



As sure as the morning dew settles on each leaf,

No day begins without a promise of blessings to those who hold out their hand to the LORD, desiring only to walk in His ways.


“Blessed are all who fear the Lord, who walk in his ways.

You will eat the fruit of your labor; blessings and prosperity will be yours.

Your wife will be like a fruitful vine within your house; your sons will be like olive shoots around your table.

Thus is the man blessed who fears the Lord.”

~ Psalm 128:1-4

My Sons and I


A favourite quotation from Kahlil Gibran.

It never fails to make me  ponder anew what it means to be a father to my boys even before they entered my life.


Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.